My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask
I was fighting with My shadow when I saw your Window light. I flew Up to catch a glimpse Of your beauty in the night.
Loose lips may sink ships, But, your dry salty mouth cracks So pucker up, my sweet.
“I feel so safe when I’m with you, Carl. It’s like there’s no better place for me on earth, or even in Heaven!” Sam pointed
Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities.
The waves took us up and down, and we thought there would never be light again. We despaired of ever seeing land again. We believed